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The Project Gutenberg eBook, Little Aliens, by Myra Kelly
Title: Little Aliens
Author: Myra Kelly
Release Date: May 29, 2010 [eBook #32581]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
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Together they retrieved itLITTLE ALIENS
BY
MYRA KELLY
AUTHOR OF "LITTLE CITIZENS," "WARDS OF LIBERTY,"
"THE GOLDEN SEASON," ETC., ETC.
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1910
Copyright, 1910, by
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
Published April, 1910
To
D. M. R.
CONTENTS
| Page | |
| "Every Goose a Swan" | 1 |
| "Games in Gardens" | 25 |
| "A Brand from the Burning" | 63 |
| Friends | 107 |
| The Magic Cape | 143 |
| "Bailey's Babies" | 163 |
| "The Origin of Species" | 195 |
| The Etiquette of Yetta | 227 |
| A Bent Twig | 261 |
ILLUSTRATIONS
| Together they retrieved it | Frontispiece |
| FACING PAGE | |
| "I guess games in gardens ain't so awful healthy for somebody," said | |
| Yetta | 32 |
| "I never in my world seen how they all makes" | 60 |
| "I must refuse to translate it to you" | 70 |
| She staggered back into a chair, fortunately of heavy architecture, | |
| and stared at the apparition | 140 |
| Patrick was making discipline impossible | 178 |
| "What you think we got to our house?" | 198 |
| Rosie threw herself into a very ecstasy of her art | 246 |
"EVERY GOOSE A SWAN"
An ideal is like a golden pheasant. As soon as the hunter comes up with one he kills it in more or less bloody fashion, tears its feathers off, absorbs what he can of it, and then sets out, refreshed, in pursuit of another. Or if, being a tender-hearted hunter, he tries to keep it in a cage to tame it, to teach it, to show it to his friends, it very soon loses